“Why…” He swallowed. “Why are you here?” That question could be answered so many ways. But if he wanted her gone, none of the more embarrassing responses mattered. “Keisha said you were in bad shape and might be out for the rest of the week, so I wanted to check on you. Maybe help, if you needed it.” She took a half-step back from the bed. “I’m sorry. I know this is an intrusion. I can g—” “No.” He reached out an arm, then clenched his eyes shut and let it fall. “No, Rose. Not a complaint. Definitely not a complaint. A question.”
